𝐹𝐴𝑊𝐾𝐸𝑆.

EVERYTHING'S COMING UP 𝐸𝑋𝑃𝐿𝑂𝐷𝐸𝑌!

/ i stay critical to see if my healers are living breathing human beings

/ god bless you

i’ll bite you too.

Lazily resting on his makeshift hammock.

Zzz…loud obnoxious snoring.

Big if true.

“While you are correct, I also have a concussion mine. So that requires two clicks. Technically if you combine a well good bomb toss and a concussion toss, BOOM! Satisfaction.”

“One click wonder over here.”

“Wellll y’see - yes an’ no. Soldier kind of convinced me an’ Hog ta’ join ‘em on a mission. Whilst on said mission, we turned tail and ran with some treasure!…well little of what we had anyhow. Me damn ears are still ringin’ after me last riptire explosion.”

Cheers luv, th’ calvary’s here!

“Yeah, me an’ Roadie been in a bit of a slog. Not too many heists lately.” He began plucking some stray strands of hair, some of them covered in soot. “We jus’ came out of a job in ‘uh - Italy. Lovely place, guh-reat food.”

Knock knock. “A bit bored, are we me queen?” He waltzed on over kicked up a chair and rested his feet on the table.

Me too!

/ If you see me on OW2 as Shogun, no you didn’t.

I dabble, my favorite seems t’be mint.

Ye’ right.